Now over 80, having lived my life entirely dissident, vasectomised, refusing to be employed, married, and to have anything to do with 'normality' (mostly in Northern Ireland) , I now live in a quiet part of a mediƦval village in SW France, in receipt of an Allowance for the Impoverished Elderly (ASPA) . My house overlooks a beautiful sylvan glen with a small lake.
I exhibit my art-works locally, and have translated poems from other languages - see my website www.beyond-the-pale.uk. I also have a blog: dsdnt.blogspot.ie
The most common comment about my poems on PoemHunter is 'PROVOCATIVE' - which in Literary New-speak means 'shocking' or 'outrageous'. This is very satisfying.
I dreamed.
I woke in tenderness.
I dreamed of tenderness
as a ripe plum squirting
...
In the Beginning
God burst like a Balloon
Showering the World
With dirty shreds
...
At the Conference of
Poetry Police
An observer who claimed
That a tree was worth
...
The animal garden
Is now a murder-hole.
Language was always the Labyrinth.
Civilisation is striving, spurning
...